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If it weren't for the Tianfu Army soldiers’ fearless sacrifices—holding their ground against overwhelming odds, using their flesh and blood to forge an iron barrier that kept the monstrous beasts from breaching Liyuan—

And if someone hadn’t shattered the spatial blockade at the cost of their life to deliver critical intel, allowing the Taboo Mages to rush in and repel the beast tide, securing a pyrrhic victory—

Had any step faltered, the beasts would have broken through Liyuan.

A breach would have unleashed countless monsters into China’s heartland, turning the southeastern coast into a hellscape, with countless civilians devoured in the carnage. The losses would have been unimaginable.

Even with Liyuan held, the battle’s toll shocked the world.

The Tianfu Army’s main forces stationed at Liyuan were nearly annihilated—only those on leave survived.

Of 100,000 soldiers, only eighteen remained.

A hundred thousand families draped in mourning white.

China lost a tenth of its elite military strength—and far more than a tenth of its national power.

In the battle, Taboo Mages clashed with multiple Sacred Beasts, nearly collapsing Liyuan’s dimensional space.

Afterward, Leyuan became uninhabitable for ordinary troops, forcing a Taboo Mage to permanently garrison there.

Details of the battle of LeYuan were classified to the highest level. Even Bai Jingting’s authority granted him only fragments of the truth.

The fragments that leaked were staggering:

Lin Qingyu, China’s celebrated genius, had been a puppet controlled by a psychic-type Sacred Beast.

Beyond elemental beasts, psychic and spatial-type monsters existed.

Some Sacred Beasts rivaled human intelligence.

This upended humanity’s assumptions. Before, monsters were seen as instinct-driven animals, their magic a resource to exploit. Post-Liyuan, humanity realized: high-tier beasts possessed cunning equal to their own. Lower-tier monsters remained mindless, but the intelligent ones lurked in shadows, studying human strategies, plotting revenge.

“Do we report this?” Bai Yu asked hesitantly, watching her grand-uncle’s stormy expression.

“Observe Wang Yi. If his personality shift is confirmed, I’ll submit the report myself,” Bai Jingting decided.

Though the psychic Sacred Beast’s tactics wouldn’t work twice—humanity now hunted psychic monsters and trained counter-mages—the stakes were too high to gamble.

Bai Yu worried: “What if we’re wrong? It’ll ruin his life.”

“National security outweighs one life. At worst, he’ll face extra scrutiny—if he even rises high enough to warrant it. If he stays ordinary, nothing changes.”

Unlike foreign nations that jailed suspects en masse, China prioritized evidence. Unless Wang Yi became another Lin Qingyu—a military prodigy turned traitor—he’d face no persecution.

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Meanwhile, Wang Yi, oblivious to the principal’s suspicions, finally found his classroom after dodging whispers about his “heroic” rooftop stunt.

As he sneaked toward the door, a booming voice shouted: “bro E!”

A chubby student—clearly the chat group’s “Domineering and Mighty Qi Xiaohao”—waved wildly, derailing the class.

The teacher sighed. “Wang Yi, come in.”

Wang Yi shuffled to his seat under dozens of curious stares. For the next hour, he strained to follow a lecture on magic theory—crystal grades, spell tiers, absorption techniques—but understood nothing. No textbooks, no context. Just a migraine.

When the bell rang, classmates swarmed him. Qi Xiaohao led the charge, seal-like in his enthusiasm.

Wang Yi bolted. “Too tired! See you tomorrow!”

Outside, he leaned against a wall, gasping. Then froze.

A new problem struck him:

Where the hell do I live?

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